It's been a year since my brother passed away, it feels like forever though.
And how many more times am I going to have to say this before you believe me?
He was my best friend!
We always did everything together.
Everyone loved him, he was the town's favorite kid. Friends with everyone who came along, he was never rude, and he was very well mannered.
If he was still alive he would tell you he never had any enemies, ever.
He was very advanced for a six year old, though he was never cocky about it.
There was always a happy smile on his face, he was humorous and creative. He could have been a comedian.
Though now he never will be...
They found him, against a tree, axe split down his skull, and mouth stuffed with cotton. I dreamed someone I knew died that way the night before they found him... I just didn't dream to think it would be him.
I still haven't cried about it, but I think about it every day. Thoughts of silent screams and blood stained hands fill my mind every morning. But I didn't do it. I swear. My mom doesn't believe me, my dad, my grand parents, cousins, aunts, uncles, and friends! None of them believe me! I was sleeping, how could I have done it, if I was just dreaming of it? Maybe I wasn't dreaming is what they all say... And maybe I wasn't... And so what if I had done it?
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he's watching from above || A Monologue
Horrora kid has gone through the pain of their best friend and younger brother being killed, this is the story they tell under investigation a year later, they might have just found the killer. (This is a plain monologue, there is no story to it.) (I migh...
